Chapter 2

“Melissa, I’m so glad you’re here.” He leered at her and looked her up and down appraisingly. He nodded, apparently satisfied, then handed her a paper bag.

“Please give me your purse, remove your clothing and jewelry, and put them in here, for safekeeping.” His smile grew broader as she hurried to obey. She now stood on the brightly lit porch, completely naked except for the nipple clamps and butt plug.

It seemed like forever before he finally stepped back, clearing the doorway. “Come in, come in.” He waved his hand, gesturing her inside. “You must be freezing out there.”

She must be cold, as she suppressed another shiver as he squeezed her ass cheek when she slipped past him.

He closed and locked the door then turned and began to circle her slowly. She hoped she met with his approval. She’d gotten herself professionally waxed all over, so there shouldn’t be a single hair on her anywhere but her head.

He nodded approvingly and she let out a relieved breath she didn’t know she was holding.

He stepped close to her and grabbed hold of the nipple clamps. He gave her a grin and then pulled on them hard. They stayed attached, but just barely. She screamed in pain and tears ran down her cheeks. He was just expressing how much he cared for her. He’d explicitly said that the more he hurt her, the more it meant he loved her. She desperately wanted him to love her, he’d told her that as well, so she gritted her teeth and tried to smile through her tears.

“I love you, Keith.”

He grinned again and finally released her. “I think we’re past that, just call me Master now.”

She nodded, “Of course, Master.”

He dropped the chain, much to her relief, and turned away.

“Follow me.” He ordered, immediately waking off without waiting for a reply.

She followed, practically jogging for a moment to catch up to him. The large butt plug shifted uncomfortably and she whimpered, her nipples still stinging.

If he noticed or cared, he didn’t show it, he just kept walking briskly down the hall and up a set of stairs before coming to a stop in front of a door, barred on the outside. Swinging the bar up, he swung the door open. There were four beds, not much more than cots really, and on three of them, lay a naked woman.

At his entrance, they all moved quickly and knelt on the ground at the foot of each bed.

They each wore a collar with what she assumed was their name on them. She recognized Amber but was startled to see Dr. Robyn Greenwood. She was barely recognizable and the name tag on her collar read “Cunt Two”. She’d been one of the professors at the college.

She’d always been a tough but fair teacher, in Melissa’s brief experiences with her. They’d been told by the substitute that she had left suddenly due to family issues and headed back to her family home in Alaska a month ago. It was now clear that wasn’t true. She was now just another of Keith’s girlfriends. The previously vibrant woman seemed a shell of her former self. She now just stared blankly ahead.

Her nipples had been pierced and some truly massive rings hung from them, pulling them down dramatically. Her knees were spread and she could see several similar rings hanging from her labia, stretching them grotesquely. Her hair had been cut very short, practically a buzz cut.

While she appeared to be in good health, bruises mottled her body, mostly around her thighs and on her breasts, and her stomach and back had some truly horrifying welts. Some of them were nearly healed into nasty scars, and it appeared she’d been whipped and beaten severely.

Melissa stared at the broken woman, frozen and horrified. Keith snapped his fingers in front of her face to get her attention. Her gaze snapped to him, and while she tried to regain her neutral expression, she was sure she wasn’t fully successful.

He chuckled, and his mouth arched into a cruel grin.

“I’m glad to see you appreciate the work I’ve put into this unworthy pile of meat. She’s been reshaped to fit my needs and is truly happy for the first time in her life. Aren’t you Cunt Two?”

The woman nodded robotically and replied in a flat, broken voice, as if she was reading from a script, “Yes Master, I am the worthless whore I was always meant to be and I am truly happy.”

Keith’s grin grew impossibly wider. “You see? I do my best to please those that belong to me. I am truly generous, aren’t I?” He looked pointedly at Melissa as he spoke, clearly expecting an answer.

Her voice cracked as she spoke but she made herself reply, “Yes Master. It is as you say, you are truly generous.”

He turned and gestured to the third woman, the other one she didn’t recognize. “This is Cunt One, my first slave and truly a work of art. You agree, don’t you?”

Melissa stared at the woman and nearly retched.

Her body was a mass of scars. She looked like she’d been cut everywhere on her body repeatedly and stitched up badly. Again and again, until no square inch of her body was free of scars. Both ears were pierced and had at least ten studs in each one. A large ring that looked like it was designed for an actual cow hung from her nose.

Melissa’s gaze drifted lower and nearly gasped as she saw that one nipple was completely gone, again looking as if it had been chewed off by a wild animal. The other was permanently twisted and deformed, covered in permanent bite marks. Metal bands circled the base of her breasts, pushing them out painfully.

Everywhere there were bite marks, burn marks, badly healed cuts, and places where it looked like the flesh had been gouged out and then healed over poorly. There was a rough tattoo on her stomach that said “Keith’s Cunt”.

Her knees were also spread and she saw that both labia were pierced with innumerable interlocking rings, effectively sealing her closed.

“Cunt One. Stand up and show your new slave sister your backside.” Keith ordered.

The woman stood on shaky limbs, clearly favoring one leg, and turned around.

Melissa was beyond horrified now, and she was starting to just feel numb. The sheer sadistic cruelty on display was just too much to process.

The woman’s back was another mass of scars, with a tattoo on her lower back, an arrow then text, absurdly reading “Keith’s Happy Hidey Hole”.

Her ass was stretched open by a butt plug, but this one was metal, and hollow in the center, giving a clear view inside the woman’s anal cavity.

Melissa couldn’t look at it any longer and turned away retching.

Keith giggled. An actual, amused giggle. Melissa looked at him horrified, disgust etched on her face.

“I’m glad you appreciate the work I’ve put into this little project. It’s so nice to have my efforts recognized.” He looked at Cunt One and his face turned to a mask of rage. “And it’s what you deserved, isn’t it Veronica? You cheating whore!” He bellowed, making everyone in the room flinch.